HERE AND THERE

what after all is age
for us from the golden age
in these amorphous times
when knotted is the fulcrum
on which the polecat rests
which metro-sexual ladybirds
climb to lay their atomic eggs

let large butterflies hatch
from my steel-grey moustache
and snow on hoary mountains
shatter with a lot of nonsense

let rivers climb
into the coffins of clouds
and love erupt
from volcanoes in tourist resorts

let touts
take us through life by the hand
let wizards in disposable nappies
wave their magic wands

MANTRA WITH A QUESTION MARK

the earth the sky
and Mother Teresa
Jack the Ripper
virtual and real worlds
and all else in between
is lit up with your immanence
even as all suns are
triggered by your will
you play

as you create
even while you meditate
you are the lord and protector
of all that is manifest
yet or never to be manifested
all dissolves into you
the end-game

in that you
I seek refuge
even as I ride
to the crest of a wave
and zigzag down
through laughing sharks
that are also bald vultures
it hurts and blood flows
even as I laugh

I will re-enter your womb
later
right now I suckle at your chest
what then is eternal
how do you define rest
where does your falcon nest

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